She was in a poor hut made of old furs.

Although everything was clean and orderly, the boy’s ragged appearance and the desolation of this “home” made their extreme poverty obvious.

"Don’t you have parents?" she asked, trying to strike up a conversation while fighting the urge to vomit again.

"Did you lose your brain when you hit your head?" he asked seriously, making Aysling come up with the first excuse she could think of.

Amnesia. She couldn’t remember anything, barely her own name.

The boy na